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It’s gone hazy. Been up for twenty four hours now. For all good reasons though.

If I work backwards in time,

There was one rose at half past nine,

I never plucked it,

Just watched her grow.

We dried the dishes of our sins.

Stuffed them deeper once again.

Shit out some gold,

the timeless never fold.

No worries about the start.

It’s automatic.

Warmed up, before you go.

Third times a charm.

You’re drifting away.

There’s water in the boot,

but you’re not sinking yet.

Cookies in the cookie jar

No presents under the tree.

I just came to see…

…What Santa Left for me.

Presents in the corner.

Cookies in the jar.

Broken clocks talk,

talkin’ stories of better times.

Better times to come.

The good times have rolled.

Rockin rockets!!!

…and cheers from the crowds…

Deaf ears help me see their fears.

The delay…

Some may say…

Slow…

What’s the news?

No news today.

Same old news.

Broken presents,

Complete with built in grief.

Self pity,

Times greatest thief.

Say goodbye.

Welcome the lows.

Speed it up means slow it down.

So turn it around

The cycles compete.

Stretching time.

Pushing light.

It’s all about business.

Double hugs replace prescription drugs.

Highs higher and higher.

Nothing puts out the fire.

Forward we press on.

Locked doors, no matter.

We walk around.

Rusty steps to the heavens.

The gods hard art work.

You can count on them.

Clear heads take the steps

and depart as sooner they come.

The plans changed.

Just like that.

Decisions haven’t even been made.

Conversations never said.

Suns don’t set under grey skies.

You and your piss poor disguise.

Go home and wash it off.

Sharpen the edges, but not too sharp.

5 O’clock shadows here before the dark.

The ghost of Christmas past.

Don’t worry,

it won’t last.

Plans changed.

Once again.

Feel the vibe.

Back up off them.

Turned over a new leaf.

Same as the old one.

Just a bit of an older one.

No wiser.

Until the end.

It’s always the end.

The cycle continues again.

Break down,

Into nothing.

Disappear back into the dirt.

A skull and crossbones

The poisons inside.

Tough crowd.

Dazzle them with bullshit.

Swallow your pride.

They don’t want to go for this ride.

Let them off here.

I hear you,

loud and clear.

Best I just stay inside.

My minds eye has yet to tell a lie.

But these lips…

These lips do the deed.

Last ones left.

Double the trouble.

I feel your cold hands on my warm skin.

I wonder what happened to the fire inside.

I can barely see into your tired eyes.

Relentless.

Isn’t it?

There’s no easy breaks.

After we fall,

we fall again.

Seasons never change.

No one switches lanes.

On purpose we crashed into each other.

Just a mirror you wish you smashed

Hide in the corner.

Crying at the boogeyman’s feet.

Stand up tall before the night’s complete.

Depart strong,

Chin up,

Head high.

It’s a new mission.

Before the day ends.

Taking those corners too goddamned fast.

Stay on the phone with me.

Goddess of the dark.

I want your voice to bounce off the stone walls of my heart.

Warm me from the inside out.

There’s a revolution every minute.

The silence carries us faster forward than spoken words …

…We meet ourselves at the end of empty phone lines…

(breath 1,2 )

Continue on….

(breath 1,2)

Running sleepless towards the night.

Dueling dragons shoot fire under neon lights.

Late for the arrival.

Don’t hesitate.

Keep pressing on.

Too great a toll.

Victories Pyrrhic.

We won’t get lost in the sauce.

Take the high road.

That’s how we do it.

If we miss, do it again.

Dark nights in a dark car on a dark road,

I am the light in dark world.

We dark men,

Do it again.

One more time,

For the crowd.

Flip it once more around.

Walk to the top.

Doors locked.

No worries,

Walk back down.

It’s the witching hour.

There’s plenty of blessings to be found.

No rest for the weary.

Temperatures rising.

The echo of your voice grows more distant the deeper we go.

We fall farther and farther away from one another,

But still,

We grow.

Follow the directions.

The crowds too big.

Turn around…

…Again…

Without regard for your universe.

A history of giant circles spiral out from within.

It’s You and I verses

You and I

I and I is we

And We is I and I

You were just a spy.

Crooked from the start.

Infiltrated my mind.

Planted a lie in my broken heart.

Still…

I and I build bridges to you with salvaged parts.

Again….

We burn the bridges to dance in the ashes.

Sweat boils over.

Smoke purifies our once polluted air.

I see us now.

I and I through the stars.

My crossed lover.

Have I returned to I?

I’ve been waiting for I.

I traveled through the night.

Death’s gone to bed.

The witches guided my fire breathing sled.

Nearly froze in the face of the sound.

Back away and let the youngin’s play.

Yesterday was our day.

Today’s tomorrow is a maybe away.

Hello old friend.

We’re doing it again.

She’s looped on we.

It’s soon I and I

Burning like clouds in the dawn sky.

One way or the other.

Broken ships break bonds forged in time.

Weak ends hold  all and nothing together.

We’re bursting at our seems.

Heads full of practical dreams.

Striving for perfection.

Searching through the dark.

Learning natures lessons.

Fish swim before the light starts.

The hunters begin with boats out of water.

Close the distance.

Face your fears.

Get off the high road.

Fly fish!

Fly…

Let the light hit your face.

It’s a new day.

A new story to be told.

Gold to be found.

Where has she gone?

Sleeping beauty.

Your voice is no longer a sound.

Still sleep.

Buried deep, underground.

Skull and crossbones,

Shes death for my troubles.

Climb, once again.

Climb, once higher.

Out from this mud.

Leave the passed,

in the past.

Complete the cycle,

and repeat…

…all over again.

 

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J.Rozarie